husbands• woosan

between them

"It's not like y'all are getting married for reals. And that means he is available, brother." Jongho smiled, mischievously.

"Don't be so sure, Jjong. He's mine and mine alone." San pulls Wooyoung into his chest. Wooyoung tries to push him away at first but then remembers the first clause of the contract.

He wraps his arms around San's waist and rests his head on San's chest. "He's right, Jongho. Maybe in the next life." Wooyoung mentally cringes at his own words. San smiles before placing a kiss on his head.

Jongho barfs at the sight and waves them off. "Let's go to our room, baby." San says for Jongho to hear and begin to walk away while still side-hugging.

They reach San's room and immediately let go of each other. "Did he do anything to you?" San asked as he tossed his coat to the side.

"You don't have to do anything you don't like, you get me?" San looked back at Wooyoung who seemed to look shocked.

"I-- no, he didn't. Thank you for your concern, San."

"Of course, Wooyoung. I brought you here. I gotta make sure you're feeling safe." San continued as he unbuttoned his shirt. Wooyoung's mouth opened wide when his back muscles came into view.

"Ahem. I appreciate it." Wooyoung choked out. "I am your fiancé after all." San turned around, giving Wooyoung the full view. "So call if he tries anything, okay?" He comes closer and Wooyoung feels the oxygen leave his body.

"You hear me, Woo?" San waves his hands in front of Wooyoung's face. "Y-yes yes! I was just-- you have an amazing bod by the way." Wooyoung blurts out.

"Get used to it, Woo. You would be seeing it a lot." San winks and Wooyoung almost drools.

"Hah! Like I care!" Wooyoung tries to make a recovery but he knows it's useless at this point.

San smirks at how flustered Wooyoung looked, "Get out of here, I need to get my pants off" San jokes and Wooyoung runs out of the room.

He presses his hand over his heart which seemed to be beating really fast.

He's so handsome. Wooyoung thinks and smiles to himself. As he drifts off, daydreaming, the door opens and San walks out in some cozy, oversized grey hoodie and some sweatpants.

This was the first time Wooyoung saw him wearing something other than dress shirts or coats. His hair was still damp from the shower. Oh, it was the ideal boyfriend look.

"Stop staring, Jung. It's rude." San boops his nose again. "Is Jongho...staying with us?" Wooyoung finally asked the question that's been bothering him for quite a while.

"Yes." San answered. "So, you did lie to me." Wooyoung folds his hands while scoffing. "I did?" San asks, not caring too much.

"Tch! Yes, you did. You told me you live alone!" Wooyoung counters. Being lied to is something Wooyoung despised.

"I don't think I lied. I just didn't mention that Jongho lived with me." San was on his phone.

Wooyoung was running out of patience. He walks a bit closer before snatching San's phone from him. "What the hell, Wooyoung?" San tries to grab it back from him.

"I know that we are in a fake relationship and all but being lied to isn't something I enjoy. Keep that in mind and this arrangement might just go a bit smoother." Wooyoung gives his phone back and turns to leave.

He feels San grab his wrist and pull him back causing him to crash onto San's chest. He could feel San's muscles flexing under him, once again. San's hands scale up from his wrists to his arms and travel it's way to his waist locking him there.

"You're an asshole." Wooyoung mumbles as this wasn't the first time San used this technique to shut him up.

"Lighten up a bit, Woo. You won't be seeing me much, so don't worry. You get the money. You can focus on your business. Get the things we deserve and then we go our separate ways. Simple." San says before bringing himself closer and taking a whiff of Wooyoung's neck.

"You smell so good." San whispered before he buried his face into the nook of his neck. Wooyoung stiffens up, unable to breathe properly.

It's the body wash. Wooyoung wanted to say but couldn't.

His hand flies to San's hair when he feels a wet sensation against his neck. He lets out a sinful moan when he felt open-mouthed kisses being peppered on his sensitive skin.

San grabs Wooyoung's ass cheeks and gives it a solid squeeze. Wooyoung yelps from the impact and jumps, closing the distance between them.

San trails up Wooyoung's neck and starts to press more kisses to his jaw. He nibbles and sucks at points where Wooyoung seemed to be losing his absolute shit.

"Fuck." Wooyoung cusses in pleasure.

San pulls Wooyoung closer by the hips, the friction created between them was pushing their limits.

"S-- San, San we can't." Wooyoung pushes San away with great effort. "Why? Do you not want to?" San questions but Wooyoung couldn't say it.

"It's not that I don't want to. We have a clause! "No sex"" Wooyoung reminds San of one of his stupid clauses again.

San grunts and looks back at Wooyoung. "We can do a lot of other things, doesn't have to be sex." San reasons and Wooyoung is tempted by the offer.

Why was he suddenly acting like this? And why does Wooyoung want it so bad?

"Wooyoung. Both me and you have needs. And right now, it's obvious." San says as he looks pointedly at Wooyoung's bulge.

"I can take care of that, San. I want to keep this professional." Wooyoung gestures between them, waiting for San to convince him one more time. Just one more time. He wants San to tell him it doesn't matter. But it never comes.

Wooyoung was feeling disappointed when San decided to step back from him and retire to his room.

Wooyoung walks back to his room and heads straight to the bathroom in hopes of solving his little problem. He imagined San's hand on him as he jerked off.

He was feeling like a slut, ashamed at his own thoughts and desires.

He was tempted for a bit by San's offer but he believed he did the right thing.

It's best not to get attached.

To be continued...
Unedited.

A/N- I will be spicing things up but not too much! I am trying to write a slow burn lol (way too impatient for that tho. only time will tell)

San is insane for this!